A noncommittal noise, complete with shrug, as he drags the mug closer and curls both hands around it. "Wasn't sleeping too well, so I got up to do some work. And then apparently decided all of a sudden I could sleep just fine after all."

"You know you'll be functioning better if you get some real sleep, yes? In a bed, with darkness and such? If you're having trouble with that you could always take these with you for a bit of light reading - they seem effective for that, at least."

"Taking the longer story and chopping it up into ittybitty pieces...Niska shows up, I see him, I try to stab him, Jayne actually stabs him, Mal punches him, we all wind up in the very small and windowless cells for a while while he's still walking around."

"Zoe's always intimidating. Some of us are just too stupid to notice and don't figure it out 'til after we're falling madly in love with her. She's, ah...." An absent scratch along the edge of his jaw. "Doing okay, for the seven months pregnant version of the word."